All Chapters of MY DARK CRAVINGS: Forbidden Daddies Taboo Story: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sarah’s POVGod, I was so done with this whole night already.But my body was reacting in a weird way I couldn’t name yet. What am I thinking?The birthday dinner Mom had spent weeks planning for me felt forced from the second we sat down. Those colorful streamers she had invited looked pathetic under the dining room lights, like they were trying way too hard to sell the idea of a happy blended family. The cake was too sweet, the gifts mostly generic crap, and sitting directly across from Leo made everything worse. He was the living proof that our parents’ marriage had wrecked both our lives stealing my space, my peace, turning the house into a battlefield of slammed doors and sharp words.“Mom, am I allowed to drink alcohol now?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual even though the resentment was thick in my throat.She hesitated, glancing at my stepdad like his permission actually mattered. He chuckled and shrugged. “Of course princess, She’s now eighteen. One drink won’t hurt,

Sarah’s POV I couldn't just lay there in the dark like an idiot. I couldn't let Leo read all the embarrassing words I had written in this diary! I couldn't help but feel my heart pounding, it felt like it was going to crack my ribs as I slipped out of bed. The hallway was dark and quiet, and the house was already asleep. I tiptoed toward his room on cold bare feet, every little creak making me freeze. His door was partially opened. I pushed it gently. Empty. No sign of him or my diary, bed made, lights off. “Where the hell is he?” I moved quietly down the stairs to the living room and the kitchen. Nothing. With each empty room, my stomach kept falling down. I was on my way to the main door outside when I noticed that the door into the basement at the end of the hall was shut, but a dim light was visible underneath. My pulse spiked. I stood there for a long while, wondering if I should go back upstairs and make believe that nothing was really happening. But I couldn’t. I had

Lucy’s POV The music at the club kept throbbing deep in my chest, connecting with the burn of tequila sliding down my throat for what was definitely my fourth shot. The club lights blurred everything into a hazy glow, and my girls were in full swing around our sticky high-top, laughing loud enough to drown out the music. Maya raised her glass with that wild grin of hers, her curls spilling everywhere. “To shitty exes...may they choke on their regret and stay the hell out of our DMs.” I clinked mine hard against hers, the smile tugging real this time. “And to never texting them back after midnight, no matter how empty the bed feels.” Priya leaned in, elbowing me playfully. “Especially not that ghost who needed ‘space’ but still hearted all your stories. You’re done carrying his bullshit, Luce. Tonight you get to feel something better.” My phone buzzed on the table, and my stomach flipped before I even glanced down. It was from a flirting app I accidentally installed Stranger88

Lucy’s POV The afternoon felt endless. I sat at my desk pretending to work, but the spreadsheet in front of me might as well have been written in Greek. The numbers swam together while my brain kept looping back to that conference room. The way Richard’s eyes had landed on me. Not shocked. Not awkward. Just this dark, knowing heat that made my skin prickle all over again. My cousin. The same man who’d had me moaning his name with his cock buried deep inside me less than twenty-four hours earlier. Every time a colleague walked past my cubicle, I tensed up, convinced they could somehow see it on my face ... the guilt, the leftover ache between my legs, the way I was still wet just thinking about him. I crossed my legs under the desk and tried to focus. It didn’t help. I could still feel the ghost of his hands gripping my hips, the low growl in his voice when he told me to look at him. Fuck. I pressed my thighs together harder, hoping no one noticed how flushed I was gettin

Lucy’s POV We barely made it down the hall. As the remaining of our clothes flew off in a messy trail—my skirt catching on a door handle, his jacket tossed against the wall, my bra hitting the floor halfway to the bedroom. By the time we reached his big bed we were completely naked and aching again, my pussy throbbing and slick from his tongue earlier. Richard climbed over me, his cock thick and rock hard, pressing heavy and hot against my thigh like it belonged there. “Look at me,” he ordered, voice all rough and low as he lined up and pushed inside in one deep, smooth thrust. I moaned loud, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks. “That’s it. Take every fucking inch, Lucy. This tight cunt belongs to me now.” “Richard… oh shit, you’re so deep,” I gasped, legs wrapping tight around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him closer. He felt huge, stretching me wide open, hitting spots that made my toes curl and my eyes flutter. He started fucking me steady a